there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
"I guess you'll just have to break them and find out!" Ronin calls back, his voice echoing through the undergrowth - just - as he departs through the trees, committing to the bit in so much as he doesn't hold back when it comes to agility. Sugar, for her part, offers a smug little snort of cool air, and she swoops down to coil herself lovingly around Remi's shoulders, before sticking a cold snout into his ear and taking off again.
That's dragon, by the way, for I ain't no grass.
And so as his voice rings clear and true through the woods, the forest answers. Not with any voice of its own, you understand, but if trails open and reveal precisely where the White Knight has headed, complete with footprints and the lingering scent of his cologne on the air, well. It's not cheating if it's not Remi doing it now, is it?
To the Wildwood, then.
~FIN
That's dragon, by the way, for I ain't no grass.
And so as his voice rings clear and true through the woods, the forest answers. Not with any voice of its own, you understand, but if trails open and reveal precisely where the White Knight has headed, complete with footprints and the lingering scent of his cologne on the air, well. It's not cheating if it's not Remi doing it now, is it?
To the Wildwood, then.
~FIN
RONIN
